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Bobby Grand - Ride for It Lyrics



Bobby Grand - Ride for It Lyrics
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Realest nigga in it, I don't need a witness
Make me call the gorillas, if it's bout monkey business
You can never be like me unless you bite'n
Everybody in The Bay know you said it, but you ain't write it, huh
Worked hard for my spot, now I finally made it
I'ma make it impossible to confiscate it
Niggas hate it cause they girl know I'm famous
You was cool in high school, now you old and outdated
Damn homie
Somebody come and get they mans homie
The f*ck happened to him
Og always preached, if you don't hustle, don't eat
And if you know I don't f*ck with you when you see me don't speak
I don't play bout no checks, I'll tighten my cleats
And run a nigga through the ground tryna get this TD
Used to be at Galileo, tryna flip CDs
Now they begging for my flick every time they see me
Said I been hustling, all of my whole life
Ask how I got it, ill tell you, them long nights
Raised in the jungle, we duckin the cop lights
Ever try to play with my bag, its on sight
Nigga, ill ride for it, is you down to die for it
Is you down to ride for it, is you down to die for it, aye
All hustle, no fumbles
Do it with no majors, looking for no savior
Asking for no favors, them niggas will gut you
But when I do sign, my God, you niggas in trouble
I feel bad, all these niggas hating
Cause I'm running full speed, without the motivation
Cut off all the middle men, cause I'm impatient
Pops told me, nigga, get to it, why the f*ck you waiting
I was told nigga just do it, so screw it
Learning from all these niggas, that had they moment and blew it
F*cking off they bag, running around like they clueless
Can't be on my team if you cool with being useless, aye
Put that work in, dare you to try and take it
That's Draymond shooting 3's, yea, he not gon make it
All these blessings, I guess I'm God's favorite
Don't bang my line, unless its bout a payment
Said I been hustling, all of my whole life
Ask how I got it, ill tell you, them long nights
Raised in the jungle, we duckin the cop lights
Ever try to play with my bag, its on sight
Nigga, ill ride for it, is you down to die for it
Is you down to ride for it, is you down to die for it
Said I been hustling, all of my whole life
Ask how I got it, ill tell you, them long nights
Raised in the jungle, we duckin the cop lights
Ever try to play with my bag, its on sight
Nigga, ill ride for it, is you down to die for it
Is you down to ride for it, is you down to die for it, aye
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Realest nigga in it, I don't need a witness
Make me call the gorillas, if it's bout monkey business
You can never be like me unless you bite'n
Everybody in The Bay know you said it, but you ain't write it, huh
Worked hard for my spot, now I finally made it
I'ma make it impossible to confiscate it
Niggas hate it cause they girl know I'm famous
You was cool in high school, now you old and outdated
Damn homie
Somebody come and get they mans homie
The f*ck happened to him
Og always preached, if you don't hustle, don't eat
And if you know I don't f*ck with you when you see me don't speak
I don't play bout no checks, I'll tighten my cleats
And run a nigga through the ground tryna get this TD
Used to be at Galileo, tryna flip CDs
Now they begging for my flick every time they see me
Said I been hustling, all of my whole life
Ask how I got it, ill tell you, them long nights
Raised in the jungle, we duckin the cop lights
Ever try to play with my bag, its on sight
Nigga, ill ride for it, is you down to die for it
Is you down to ride for it, is you down to die for it, aye
All hustle, no fumbles
Do it with no majors, looking for no savior
Asking for no favors, them niggas will gut you
But when I do sign, my God, you niggas in trouble
I feel bad, all these niggas hating
Cause I'm running full speed, without the motivation
Cut off all the middle men, cause I'm impatient
Pops told me, nigga, get to it, why the f*ck you waiting
I was told nigga just do it, so screw it
Learning from all these niggas, that had they moment and blew it
F*cking off they bag, running around like they clueless
Can't be on my team if you cool with being useless, aye
Put that work in, dare you to try and take it
That's Draymond shooting 3's, yea, he not gon make it
All these blessings, I guess I'm God's favorite
Don't bang my line, unless its bout a payment
Said I been hustling, all of my whole life
Ask how I got it, ill tell you, them long nights
Raised in the jungle, we duckin the cop lights
Ever try to play with my bag, its on sight
Nigga, ill ride for it, is you down to die for it
Is you down to ride for it, is you down to die for it
Said I been hustling, all of my whole life
Ask how I got it, ill tell you, them long nights
Raised in the jungle, we duckin the cop lights
Ever try to play with my bag, its on sight
Nigga, ill ride for it, is you down to die for it
Is you down to ride for it, is you down to die for it, aye
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Writer: Bobby James, Jr Pope, Bobby James, Jr. Pope, Raphelle Andrews
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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